I have a volume of human scriptures

Chapter 1

Daxia has a county.

There is a grave in the county.

There is a grave watcher at the top of the grave, his name is Yu Chen.

On this day, it was the cold winter, at dusk.

In the Qingfeng Mausoleum, there are mottled tombstones scattered all over the place, and the tenacious weeds grow and grow.In the silence, only a few unknown wild birds above the head circled noisyly, as if they wanted to find something to eat in this cold winter month.

But the burials in Qingfeng Mausoleum are all poor people and nameless corpses, where can there be any fat meat from the knife head for them to feast on?

To be honest, at the entrance of the cemetery, under the door of the earthen house, on a small bench, a shabby young man with a handsome face is holding a bowl of hot porridge in his hand.

But most of the wild birds didn't like the porridge like clear water, and after swaying around for a couple of times, they flapped their wings and flew away.

Not long after, under the setting sun, a burst of footsteps broke the silence.

The sturdy corpse mover was wearing linen clothes, wearing a yellowed sweat towel, and tied two thick hemp ropes under his armpits. The hemp ropes were connected to the dilapidated cart, which creaked as he dragged it.

There is a person lying on the cart.

Looking closely, he is in his fifties, with a stooped body, stiff limbs, a livid face, a smile on his face, and frost between his mouth and nose. How can he be a living person?

The corpse mover walked to the mausoleum, nodded to the boy drinking porridge, pulled the corpse into the cemetery, found an open space, took off the shovel from the cart, and began to dig a hole.

The boy drinking porridge shifted his gaze to the frozen corpse, and realized that it looked familiar. After thinking about it carefully, it turned out to be the perennial beggar on the dry bridge in the county town at the foot of the mountain.

Looking at that appearance, I am afraid that he will freeze to death.

"Sin..." The young man drank the porridge in one gulp, sighed, turned and went back to the house.

When he came out again, the body mover had already buried the beggar's body in the soil, and a wooden tablet was inserted obliquely on the grave, but nothing was written on it.

No name and no last name.

Maybe, but no one knows.

Looking at the brand new grave, the young man was a little dazed.

——In half a year, will I be buried in a corner of the road of exile like the beggar in front of me?
His name is Yu Chen, and he is temporarily acting as the tomb keeper of Qingfeng Mausoleum in Weishui County.

But logically speaking, the errand of looking at the grave is not in high demand, so why do you say it is temporary?
Because Yu Chen is a criminal.

As the name suggests, offspring of sinners.

When he was young, Yu Chen's parents were still on the job, but when he was five years old, the two of them did something wrong, they were taken to the execution ground and beheaded.

The last time Yu Chen saw them was two heads with glaring eyes, spraying hot blood, rolling around in the air a few times before hitting the snow.

Later, Yu Chen was also implicated and became the offspring of a sinner.

According to the criminal law of Daxia, criminals will be exiled to Mobei when they are 20 years old.

——This is not because of the kindness of the court, but because it is impossible to walk to Mobei alive without a strong body under the age of 20.

Although Yu Chen has never left Weishui, and he doesn't know where Mobei is, but he heard from those old Jianghu who have seen the world that those who went there never came back.

And this year, Yu Chen is already nineteen, and in the summer, it will be the beginning of his exile.

It is also possible that it is the end of his life.

So sometimes Yu Chen would fantasize that if he lived in the world of his "previous life", at least he wouldn't be implicated because his relatives committed crimes, right?
Yes, apart from the identity of this sad criminal, there is still a memory in Yu Chen's mind that does not belong to him at all.

Memories from another world.

Ever since Yu Chen could remember, some inexplicable memories popped up in his mind from time to time.

A steel box with four wheels that can run by itself is called a car; a mirror that can see the appearance of others thousands of miles away is called a mobile phone; a moving scroll is called a TV... Those memories are chaotic and inexplicable, but as more and more Emerging, gradually sketching out another world, the memory of another person's life.

These memories are subtly affecting Yu Chen.

For example, when thinking about the identity of one's criminal, the cognition of this world will say-the king wants the minister to die, and the minister has to die, let alone the people?

But another memory always produces outrageous thoughts.

What kind of prince will Xiangning?

In a rage, the blood spattered three feet!
The emperor takes turns doing it, this year to my house!
But even though these rebellious thoughts would arise in Yu Chen's heart, he never told anyone about it.

Because the memory of the two lifetimes made him understand that even if he really wanted to rebel, he had to be powerful, rich, or someone, or he had to be that illusory... cultivator in the legend.

But Yu Chen, as a criminal, has nothing.

You can't study, you can't practice martial arts, you can't do business, you can't be an official, you can only do some low-level trades to make a living, such as visiting graves.

Yu Chen started to look at Qingfeng Mausoleum at the age of 13, and it took more than six years to see it.

This year is his last year.

Shaking his head, shaking the chaotic thoughts out of his mind, Yu Chen pushed open the door and entered the room.

But suddenly, another strange memory flooded into his mind.

After sorting it out, he found that this was the last memory of his "last life" - when he was riding a vehicle called a car, he had a car accident and died.

So far, all the memories of that "previous life" have been known to Yu Chen.

"Does this mean that knowing that I'm not going to die soon, all of a sudden let me see the whole of my previous life?"

Yu Chen laughed at himself.

I thought that the memory of the so-called "previous life" ended here.

this is not the truth.

Just when that last memory flooded into his mind, Yu Chen felt his head spinning.

passed out.

As if in a dream, and as if he had entered his own spirit, it was pitch black.

Just when Yu Chen was in a daze, a huge scroll appeared in the void, the whole body was black and gold, surrounded by black and white light, depicting the scene of a hundred ghosts walking at night.

Unfold slowly.

Suddenly, a mysterious and ancient picture scroll appeared in front of Yu Chen.

Shrouded in thick fog, a rough and cold stone bridge is connected to the mighty rushing river. At the end of the stone bridge, two rows of sky pillars like green copper stand upright, guarding a cold and majestic The dark hall.

At the same time, the ethereal and solemn reciting sound echoed in Yu Chen's ears.

"Holy and unrighteous, for one's own desires, breaking samsara, repairing oneself, until the law of heaven collapses, birth and death are impermanent..."

The rumbling voice was like a roar, but also like a mournful cry. It seemed to have magical powers, and it made Yu Chen feel a sense of sorrow and anger.

But that feeling is just fleeting.

Dreams are broken.

When Yu Chen opened his eyes again, he saw a simple room in front of him, a bed, an old yellow wooden table, and a dilapidated stove with embers and smoke.

"What strange dream?"

Although it was a dream, everything I saw just now was vivid and so real.

Yu Chen shook his head and muttered to himself.

Then, he lay down on the crumbling old bed, ready to sleep.

In a trance, half asleep and half awake, it is a good dream.

However, Yu Chen heard the sound of weeping and complaining, echoing in his ears, it seemed to be far away, cold and misty, and full of gloom.

"hungry……"

"I'm so hungry..."

"Cinnamon cod..."

The cold voice is endless.

Yu Chen opened his eyes in a daze.

The scene in front of him made him tremble, and he lost all sleepiness!

At the bedside, on the gray earth, a ghost figure crawled over, with a pale face, disheveled hair, drooling!
Isn't that the same beggar who was buried in the daytime?
It is surrounded by white mist, exhales a dense cold air, and surrounds the ears, almost making Yu Chen freeze to death!

In the midst of a crisis, he casually picked up a heavy object next to his pillow, sternly!
"The wronged creditor! Find the one who killed you! Don't make trouble here, or tomorrow you will be appointed to report to the Wangqi Division, and ask the master Taoist to get rid of you!"

But the ghost, as if he couldn't understand his words, just kept humming,

"Osmanthus cod... cinnamon cod..."

getting closer!

At this moment, Yu Chen is already fighting with each other, but he can't think of a way to break the situation!

See, at stake!
But there was a sudden change!
I saw the heavy object he picked up casually before, buzzing and vibrating!
Yu Chen turned his head to look, but he saw the scroll in his previous dream, which he held in his hands at some point, and kept shaking, as if it was going to fly high!
Something went wrong, Yu Chen put his hands away!
The black gold scroll immediately flew up into the sky, and it was pulled open abruptly, shining golden light!
It was as if an endless suction came, sucking the ghosts on the ground into it!

Afterwards, Hua Guang restrained himself, and without any trace of magic, he fell firmly into Yu Chen's hands.

The boy saw the lingering fear of the grave man, and his heart beat like a drum!

He slowly unfolded the scroll, and saw the endless scrolls inside, and the name of the scrolls came to mind.

The life and death of the heaven and the earth, the cycle of all things, wasted into a book, its name is reincarnation.

——The Sutra of Saving Human Beings!

I saw in the scripture called "Saving People", in the mist, on the bank of the Yellow Spring, the creeping ghost went there!

At the same time, at the beginning of the scriptures, a line of smoky gray words emerged.

【Handler: Yu Chen】

【Office: none】

【Tao Xing: None】

【Supernatural power: none】

After that, there is a line of floating text that is looming.

【Nine Wishes】

【Lihe cinnamon cod】

[Time limit: [-] o'clock]

【There is a reward after everything is done】

The words are quite concise, but Yu Chen somehow understands the meaning.

In layman's terms, the ghost's wish is to eat a cinnamon cod from Lek River, and help him get it within twelve hours. After the wish is fulfilled, it will be beneficial.

The mantra is pinched by hand, its material looks like gold and non-gold, like cloth or non-cloth, relying on the experience of two lifetimes, Yu Chen calmed down a little.

The common sense in this life told him that if something is different, there must be a demon, and he should report it to the government. If he has meritorious service, he will not be able to offset the crime and live his life in peace.

But the cognition of the previous life is full of curses!

Tell you a ghost!

Anyone who has seen the beginning knows it!

Hang up, here we come!

(End of this chapter)